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It is eerily terrifying that there is no Sound when a Heart breaks. Car Accidents end with a Bang, Falling ends with a Thud. Even Writing makes the scratching Sound of Pencil against Paper. But the Sound of a Heart breaking is completely silent. Almost as though No-one, not even the Universe itself could create a Sound for such Devastation. Almost as though Silence is the only Way the Universe could pay its Respect to the Sound of a Heart falling apart.
This large crab spider was hanging out on a foxglove bloom next to my garage. I used to be terrified of spiders, especially crab spiders, because they seemed to always be in the flower I wanted to sniff. But somehow I overcame my fear, and find them fascinating.
Sometimes people walk away from love because it is so beautiful that it terrifies them. Sometimes they leave because the connection shines a bright light on their dark places and they are not ready to work them through.. Sometimes they end it because they prefer a relationship that is more practical than conscious, one that does not threaten the ways that they organize reality. Because so many of us carry shame, we have a tendency to personalize love's leavings, triggered by the rejection and feelings of abandonment. But this is not always true. Sometimes it has nothing to do with us. Sometimes the one who leaves is just not ready to hold it safe. Sometimes they know something we don't- they know their limits at that moment in time. REAL LOVE IS NO EASY PATH- But It elevates everything around it.
As much as I love the ocean, I don't get in it! Sure, I enjoy walking in the surf, but I draw the line at knee level. I'm not a strong swimmer and the thought of losing touch with the ground beneath me triggers a shiver of existential terror!
This coast is not a region for ocean swimming anyway. Nobody does it except for the occasional oblivious tourist, who won't stay long in the 45-degree water (7 C). Only the rugged surfers in wet suits are sometimes seen in the water, and I admire their courage and strength.
I stand at the edge of this danger and look at the dark sea that could quietly swallow me. For a moment, like in a dream, I seem to grasp the reality of existence that we all share. The ocean teaches deep respect and awe.
Early in the morning I walked along her hightide line and noticed that something was not right...
Her companion the wind was also restless and there was that forboding tension that arises when the two begin to aspire....
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Does the Sahara have a voice?
The wind can speak in terrifying roars, whipping the dunes into a fury. The grasses and trees that grow can be heard whispering among themselves. The grains of sand chitter and hiss if you listen.
But the dunes themselves seem mute, getting our attention instead through infinite spectrums of form and color.
Their imposing peaks, their sinuous curves; there is movement in their stillness, humility in their magnificence. They provide the permanence of a mountain range, but flow like a river, shapeshifting before our very eyes.
The milky, pinky taupe colors of morning seem aloof, preoccupied, while the golden caramels of noon belie a deadly indifference as the sun rises to power. The ripening brilliant oranges of evening tease survival, and the seductive, fiery russet reds after sunset celebrate the coming of night, when the desert reawakens and comes to life.
Eventually, all fades into an endless, inky blackness, keeping the desert's secrets well hidden beneath a tapestry of stars.
Does the Sahara have a voice?
I think the desert speaks to all who will listen, even her silence is a symphony. What is she saying? Perhaps only those born of the desert can truly know. Her lessons are many and man's life but a sigh.
We had already been caught 3 times by security forces when we decided to risk it for a U-boat leader tagged on the front of our Toquepala train at Ilo. With our car parked several hundred yards up a steep slope, we made a quick pact to nab a single 'get in/get out' shot and then run like hell.
The minutes spent watching the empty train wind around the distant curves felt like an eternity. It was a heart-pounding wait. With 3 incidents already in the bag, we were terrified at the prospect of a 4th, especially since all of our information had been taken and our vehicle and passports logged. The tolerance of the commanding officer had worn perilously thin.
As the U23B leader crested the summit near Bryant, so too did the white Toyota Hilux packed to the brim with black-clad security guards.
As the train entered the frame, I anxiously looked back at my friend, gave him the "be ready to run" look, snapped my shot, and was full tilt up the desert slope. No time for a wave, no time to watch the engine pass, no time for glance at my picture. It was a true 'hold onto your britches, make for the escape pod, and don't look back' type beat
Out of breath, we reached the car and were back on the road; watching as the white Toyota Hilux continued to stay the course. Thankfully, whether they saw us or not, they decided not to pursue.
In an operation where every revenue mile is meticulously escorted by goon squads, even the low hanging fruit rests 100 feet high—
KM41-Moquegua, Perú
February, 2024
Indrukwekkende maar ook een angstaanjagende rolwolk boven het Zaanse landschap een paar weken geleden.
Zaandam, Nederland
Impressive but also a frightening roller cloud above the Zaan landscape a few weeks ago.
Zaandam, The Netherlands
👻 SK Halloween invites you for a terrifying visit! 👻
Get ready for a hair-raising experience! The doors to our spooky world are open to you and your brave friends. Come explore dark secrets, encounter mysterious creatures and enjoy a night full of scares and fun!
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Come dressed up and get into the dark spirit of Halloween!
See you there... If you dare! 😱🎃
Here's an early 1960s Chevrolet Corvair with rear air-cooled engine, located in a little town in Nebraska.
And, here’s a story, I did not know there were existing American cars with rear engine. On the day I went out to hunt some abandoned places and found the abandoned house, took some pics of it, then walked around the house and noticed this odd car (like what you see here) that was something I haven't seen it before, walked closer to it ... I am very terrified of snakes, so elected not to walk through the tall grass, but noticed there was a funny looking front of the car with no engine. At first, I thought it was a rear trunk, stared at it for a while trying to figure it out, then gave up and took the picture of it. I did not bother to share this picture for more than a year, and decided to re-visit tonight, and realized it's not a rear trunk, and googled it. Boy, I am sure glad I discovered it by accident. Great finding!
Ezekiel 21:7 “When they ask why you are groaning, tell them, ‘I groan because of the terrifying news I have heard. When it comes true, the boldest heart will melt with fear; all strength will disappear. Every spirit will faint; strong knees will become as weak as water. And the Sovereign LORD says: It is coming! It’s on its way!’”
Portknockie harbour, in Morayshire, Scotland, has been getting pummelled the last couple of days by a proper northerly storm. It’s been a while since I’ve seen these conditions up here and it has helped me to remember how much I love being out in them. It really makes you feel alive.
Terrifying part of Cliffhanger road, one of the world's deadliest roads, in Kashmir Himalayas, India
My Girlfriend Said That If This Pic Gets 100 Faves, We Can Try Anal.
I've Seen Her Strap-On and It's Huge. Please, Please DON'T FAVE This Pic!
All is well. Alfie has a monthly injection to relieve his arthritis symptoms so he had that and a little check up at the same time. He was a very good boy as always ❤️ The vet commented on how good he looks, and how lovely his coat is. He is a very plushy boy ❤️ She remembers him when he was brought in as a dirty, hissy stray in 2022, covered in Ticks and terrified, poor lad. He's like a different cat now, he's so sweet and gentle ❤️
The track of the road between two above 5k passes was terrifying as it ran through deeply inclined face of the mountain,
Taken in Zanskar valley, Ladakh Himalayas, India
People on the slopes of Fagradalsfjall, watching the Geldingadalir eruption .This viewpoint isn't accessible anymore since the lava surrounded that hill.
I reworked this classic image of a terrifying lighting bolt captured on the eastern plains of Colorado. Many think they are safe near the edge of the storm, but in reality this is the most dangerous area, as this image attests to. I was photographing lightning in the distance feeling relatively safe, when suddenly I was blinded by a flash of light, and deafened by the crack of the bolt just above my head. I could feel the heat as the electricity narrowly changed it's path to spare me, finding another target across the field.
There's something about Lubber Grasshoppers that bothers me more than most other insects. This underside view does not help things.
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EARTH OVERSHOOT DAY falls on July 28 this year - meaning the global population consumed a year's worth of natural resources in just under eight short months - providing a stark reminder of the devastating harm humanity is causing to the planet.
Are you still alive? Are you scared inside?
Providence is blind when you're terrified
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From the Angel's Landing trail in Zion.
“Thus fear of danger is ten thousand times more terrifying than danger itself.” ―Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe
Recently I have begun a journey into macro photography. I have a ways to go before I get to base camp, but I would like to share a few images of my experiences along the way. Aside from new techniques and gear, it is a whole new world of wildlife for me - which I find exciting, and occasionally terrifying!
Here is a Spined Assassin Bug which has snared a Crab spider. I found this struggle for survival right in my backyard. The Assassin bug was about a centimeter long to put the scene into scale.
I hope you don't mind me sharing a few non-birds from time to time!
The black sand beaches of Iceland were incredibly beautiful... And the waves were incredibly terrifying. I've always had mad respect for the ocean and it's powerful churning waters. As much as I am a mountain or a forest girl, it's still the sea that I find to be most captivating. I could stare at it for hours, breathing in the salty, misty air while the wind pulls and tangles my hair, and I still never tire of watching the waves crash into the shore, each one different from the last. It's mesmerizing, and somehow both frightening and calming to me at the same time.
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Today's story and sketch by me #1423, is another tale that has terrified not only myself but Deputy Cosmo as well. It all began this morning just after dawn. Cosmo and I were out looking for a couple of Pet Black Sheep that had wandered off in the middle of the night. When there was a very loud thunder above us coming from an unmistakable Dark Blue Dimension Dust Devil. This thing was huge, spinning and throwing off blue lightning bolts. It was very beautiful but also one of the most frightening things we had ever seen, on this Tropical Volcanic Planet we call Budahunga. After Spinning like a tornado for what seemed forever. But was actually possibly only a few minutes, it slowed and got much smaller, then dropped to the ground releasing an ancient pear tree, and what looks to be an apparition wearing a Red Suede Fur Lined Overcoat, and carrying what could possibly be a dangerous box, giving off a very loud ticking sound. Who the mystery apparition is, who actually could be a Zombie, came from. A what could be in the ticking gift box, and just how did hen and the ancient near dead pear tree, all manage to survive, a journey through who knows how many dimensions and Galaxies they traveled before landing on Budahunga. Those will surely be very interesting stories, as well as were the Sheep went, until next time,Tata the Rod Blog.
Massive thank yous for your patience, Peas! The Game is back now! Unfortunately we were not able to find the issue with the doors and had to come up with a workaround. That means that the doors are simple right now, you just click on them. In a day or two they will have impressive effects you were not seeing before, so you can come back to those!
However, the game works and is playable through, so go get those candies and live through the fairytale!
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Czesława Kwoka was born in Wólka Złojecka, a small village in Poland, to a Catholic mother, Katarzyna Kwoka. Along with her mother, was deported from Zamość, Poland, to Auschwitz, on 13 December 1942. On 12 March 1943, less than a month after her mother died (18 February 1943), Czesława Kwoka died at the age of 14; the circumstances of her death were not recorded.
"She was so young and so terrified. The girl didn't understand why she was there and she couldn't understand what was being said to her. So this woman Kapo (a prisoner overseer) took a stick and beat her about the face. Before the photograph was taken, the girl dried her tears and the blood from the cut on her lip. To tell you the truth, I felt as if I was being hit myself but I couldn't interfere. It would have been fatal for me". Wilhelm Brasse
Photograph credit: Auschwitz-Birkenau State Museum and Wilhelm Brasse
Czesława Kwoka nacque a Wólka Złojecka, un piccolo villaggio in Polonia, da madre cattolica, Katarzyna Kwoka. Insieme con la madre, venne deportata da Zamość, Polonia, ad Auschwitz, il 13 dicembre 1942. Il 12 marzo 1943, meno di un mese dopo la morte di sua madre (18 febbraio 1943), Czesława Kwoka morì all'età di 14 anni; le circostanze della sua morte non sono state registrate.
"Era così giovane e così terrorizzata. La ragazza non capiva perché era lì e non riusciva a capire ciò che le veniva detto. Quindi la Kapo (una sorvegliante) ha preso un bastone e l'ha picchiata sulla faccia. Prima che la fotografia fosse stata scattata, la ragazza si asciugò le lacrime e il sangue dal taglio sul labbro. A dire la verità, mi sono sentito come se fossi io stesso ad essere stato colpito, ma non ho potuto interferire. Sarebbe stato fatale per me". Wilhelm Brasse
Credito fotografia: Museo di Stato di Auschwitz-Birkenau e Wilhelm Brasse